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her voice imitating that of a love-sick school girl.
“Okay, I’ll see you later.”
“Bye babe.”
I put my phone down, very aware of the nerves that have suddenly taken residence in my belly.
It’s Quinn, and her silly ideas. She never knows when to quit it. I glance at my
watch one last time, and prepare myself. For what, I have no idea, but I feel
preparation is needed. I’m nothing if not professional.
~ Kyler ~
    I put my phone down, grinning. I had no reason to call Cassey, but I wanted
to see her, and what better way to make that happen than pull the ‘boss’ card.
Not that it’s complete bullshit, since my father did ask me to help her.
I pass the remainder of my morning by with reports, phone calls and meetings
with board members. It’s only my second day here, but I’m already working
hard. Knight Media is my father’s legacy. He started it from the ground up before I was born. And now he’s preparing me to step into his shoes, so that one
day soon, this will all be mine.
My desk phone rings and I pick it up.
    “Knight,” I say as a greeting. Just like my old man.
My assistant Nilkola’s voice comes through on the other end. “Mr Knight,
there’s a Cassey Emerson here to see you.”
“Let her in,” I reply, smiling again. “And please order us some lunch from the
deli on the corner.”
“Of course, Mr. Knight.”
A few minutes go by and then my office doors open. Cassey walks in and
something in the air shifts, keeping my eyes locked on her. I rise slowly, as
if my body remembers that I do have manners, and watch her walk towards
my desk. Her long brown hair hangs just past her breasts, her curls bouncing
with each step. Her tight skirt wraps around her body, showing off the most
exquisite curves I’ve ever seen on a woman’s body. And I’ve seen my fair share
of those. The black blouse she’s wearing fits snug and gives me but a glimpse
of the roundness of her breasts. Our eyes clash, and I’m in no way embarrassed
that she caught me eye-fucking her.
Her expression remains a little stiff for my liking, but I still see the brief flicker
in her eyes.
    “Good afternoon, Mr. Knight.” Her voice is professional, and formal, nothing
like the snippy tone she had at the bar last night.
“Please, call me Kyler,” I reply, gesturing for her take a seat. She hesitates,
fighting a smile and finally obliges.
    We stare at each other for a moment. The temperature in the room rises, and
the sudden sexual tension crackles to life between us. I imagine that if the energy flowing between us now had a sound, it would be like a crack of lightning,
loud and obtrusive.
The slight stutter of Cassey’s pulse reveals that she feels it too. Her muscles
tense, and her posture becomes frigid, like she’s fighting the undulated surge
that surrounds us.
“My father tells me you are preparing a presentation for the Board next week,”
I say, breaking the somewhat awkward silence.
“How is that going?”
    Cassey looks stunned, but then recovers quickly. “Uh, yes, I’m meeting with
them next week friday, and so far I think everything is on schedule for the presentation.”
“Good. So what nights are you available this week?”
Her mouth almost drops. “Excuse me?”
“I’m helping you with your presentation, so tell me what night’s you’re available so we can work on it together.”
Her brows dip and I feel an argument coming on. Unfortunately, my assistant
chooses that exact moment to walk into my office. Her timing couldn’t be
worse, and it has somehow muted the tension that cloaked the room only seconds ago. But I can’t be too annoyed about that, considering she’s putting our
lunch on my desk and I’m starving. I thank her and she scurries out my office,
giving Cassey the stink eye on her way out. Women.They can be so full of shit,
and if I didn’t know better, I’d say she was sizing Cassey up the way an opponent would. Too bad, because the only woman I’m even